I hate this room. They could do more to make it comfy, but then again it’s a conference room. I shouldn’t expect much. Gloria sighed as she made her way around the oak table to one of the executive chairs closest to the whiteboard. There was a slide projector on the far end and every place at the table had a booklet held together by a plastic cover and slide. The first page had Armin’s mugshot.
Angie tried her best to keep her mind busy while waiting to be called and assigned a room. The feral had gone from sitting and fidgeting to pacing and scratching his arms. His head took turns jerking from one side to another as he walked from the entrance to the benches. Krystal looked up at the feral, “Hey kid.”
He stopped and looked at Krystal, “Yeah?”
“I hate to say this, but if you don’t find a way to chill, I am going to have to tranq you, savy?”
Armin wiped the blood from his maw. The hunger was rising again and overtaking his sense of caution. He tried to recall how many he had bitten without finishing them. He drew a blank. Looking around, he found a spot and began to dig a trench for the corpses he created. He reached for the third one; it stirred.
Shit, it’s a pup.
He quickly covered the trench and snatched the pup and placed him on his shoulders. He bolted through the forest to his lair.
“Fresh pup? That sounds like I need to be housebroken or something.” Gloria held her hand to her mouth, but the chuckle couldn’t be suppressed, “Well, in a way, it’s kind of like that.” Angie threw her hands in the air, “Great, so where do we put the newspaper and where are my bowls?”